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| The Land of RussKen (where you find smiles for life) |
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| Flappers Our bodies have special wrappers, With little tiny one way flappers. There are millions in our skin. Water gets out, but never in. I sweat buckets if it's hot. If it's cold, then I do not. Everytime that I warm up, Then I tend to puddle up. If I'm hot, my flappers flip And my skin begins to drip. But you know, if I get cold Then my flappers start to fold. What then if my flapperstat Forgot how hot to open at? I would swell up like a hog If I had a water clog. It would rust my flooded tummy. My bones would be all wet and gummy. My brain would float inside my head. I would be sold as a water bed. If my sweat could not get out My nose would be a water spout. My feet would look like porky pies. Fish would swim inside my eyes. My belt would bust from my big belly And I would walk like jiggly jelly. My arms would be like ballpark franks. My behind as big as Sherman tanks. But... If my flappers wouldn't close I would leak like a garden hose. All my blood would turn to dust. My tongue would be a reddish crust. My skin would split like crusted leather. I couldn't hold my bones together. My... Well you get the picture To make sure that you won't leak Check your flapperstat each week. |
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